I Understand. An AU/punk story.

"I'll take you home."

"Okay!" I giggle and smile up to him.

Sober mind; where art thou?!

He smirks down at me and pulls me away from the people. And I'm glad. 'Cause I'm sleepy! Once outside the cool air hits me skin and I whine, attempting to hide in Harry.

"Here." he suggests, slipping his sleek, black, blazer over his shoulder and putting it on my own. I just giggle and stumble to his car.

That is until a dark blue one screeches to a stop right in front of us. The drivers door opens and slams as Louis jumps out, crossing in front of the hood to storm towards us.

"What the fuck is going on?" He barks, stopping in front of us. He does not look like a happy camper.

Harry's P.O.V.

I see her cringe lightly as he runs over to us.

"You left her and she asked me to take her home." I tell him smugly, making a point to step closer to her. Fucking dick. I was incredibly mad he took her from me. But I'm just as mad he left her here.

"I didn't leaver her!" He snaps. Damn, he's fucking pissed. Ha. Welcome to my life.

"Yes you did. I looked everywhere and I was hungry and you were gone!" She says in her silky voice, sadness creeping over the edge. His eyes flash to her, mere slits in the dark.

"Honey I -" He tries to reason. I nearly deck him at his 'honey.'

"You did, didn't you! That's why you were in your car!" She cries, wiping her nose on her palm. I could literally fucking kill him for making her upset. But I needed to be good.

I couldn't not fuck this up.

This was my chance. Maybe even my last one.

he doesn't say anything, just tries to reason with her with his puppy eyes. Yeah right. Lilian is way to stubborn for that shit.

"Come on, doll." I coo to her, pushing the small of her back around him. She's about to follow me until Louis grabs her wrists and yanks her. She winces, her arms fragile. Let me tell you. The sight of her in pain nearly fucking trips me over the edge. Stay calm. Let him fuck this up.

"No. You're drunk and tired. I'm not going to let you!" He tells her roughly. She looks as if she could cry.

"NO! I'm going home. You don't even like me! Why would you leave me here? You just don't do that! You just don't. I can't believe it. You left me here all alone. All alone!" She rambles, pulling out of his grip. That's my girl.

Coming back to my side I don't waste time in swinging her up in my arms like my bride and stalk off before he can reply. She sighs and lays her head on my chest and it feels like I'm having a god damn heart attack. I missed her so much.

"OK, I'll let you have tonight. We both know she'll be at my door apologizing when she's sober. She only wants you because she's confused." Louis yells to me.

The words slap me in the face and I grit my teeth, clenching my hands tightly in to her skin. Stay calm.

I open my passenger side and help her in, closing it when I know shes tucked in before jogging to my door.

"Have a nice night, Louis. I sure as hell will." I smirk and get in the car, speeding off, beauty queen lounging next to me.

Once we arrive at my place I get her door for her and carry her up to my place like so many times before. Her tiny hands clench my shirt in fists.

Once inside the dogs flip their shit.

"My babies!" She cries, squirming until I put her on her tiny feet. The cry and bark and whine and knock her to their feet with their jumping.

"Hey! Get down!" I yell at Marcel; he had to be the biggest rascal of the two, always jumping and barking and eating things he shouldn't be.

"Don't yell at them!" She snaps at me, wrapping her frail arms around their bodies, kissing their head as they cried and demanded her sweet attention and addicting affection. "Oops!" She laughs I look down and find Leroy peeing on the floor as he stands in front of her, wiggling his butt out of excitement.

"God damn it!" I yell but the three don't seem to notice. He always fucking pees when he's excited. I don't get it, I don't!

"Leroy, you naughty dog! You can't pee on daddies floor!" She coos to him, scratching his ear.

My ear can't help but convulse when she says daddy. We were a family and she remembered that and it kills me while making me fly.

This damn girl completely destroyed and rebuilt me.

Leroy cries and rolls on his stomach so she can scratch it.

-

Once the mess is cleaned up, the goddess herself is draped across my back in that tight dress of hers with the dogs laying across her, panting happily.

"Come on, doll. Let's get you to bed. I smile down at her and she pouts her pretty lips up at me, making me smile like a damn fool.

"I wanna play with my puppies." She argues.

"Nope. You're going to have a killer hangover to start with. I'm not dealing with your crabby, tired ass too." I laugh when she gives me 'the look.'

"Come on! Lets go!" I insist. She rolls her eyes and gets up from the couch, stomping behind me like an little kid in to my room. Going in to my drawer I pull out my smallest sweats and smallest t shirt. I toss them to her and leave the room while she changes.

Not that I want to. Believe me I wanted nothing more than to pin her down and rip that dress off of her tiny body myself. But that was probably not my hottest idea.

I feel kind of stupid. Shes only hear because shes drunk as fuck. I wanted her to be here because she wanted me. Even though she was too good for me. And we all knew it. I wanted her to want me. I sound like a pathetic, little, bitch.

But I don't care.

I want her to love me like she did.

Like I always have, and will, love her.

"Harold!" She calls to me so I quickly make my way back in to the room, not letting the dogs in. She needs her sleep.

"Ready, lovely?" I ask her, my sweet words drip easily when she's in the room. My eyes widen and I choke on my breath when I find her in my clothes. Apparently she ditched the pants because my shirt clings to her nicely.

Her chest isn't as round anymore, neither is her ass. I noticed that the first time I saw her. Not her tits, but how much weight she has lost. And don't get me wrong, her body is always fucking amazing; but I miss ow it was.

The creeping worry in the back of my mind reminds me of her eating disorder. I would have to confront her tomorrow. I won't let her lose control again.

The shirt covers her ass and hugs her thighs as she plops down on my bed. I linger in the doorway for a second.

Here she is.

In my room.

On my bed.

I bite my lip as she crawls under the covers, laying on her side, her long pink hair sprawled out on my pillow.

Urges like never before.

I cross the floor and she smiles deviously at me. I lean over, and when my face is close to hers, I can smell her sweet perfume as I lean down to leave a big kiss on her cheek. Pulling away, I turn off the lamp and open the doors for the dogs to run in and jump on her bed and cuddle up to her.


I never let them in my bed but she would like it....

"Where are you going?" She demands, sitting up quickly, her hair sprawling down her shoulders and well past her breasts.

"Guest room. Go to sleep." I tell her with a wink. She huffs and falls back on my pillow. I go to leave..

"Harry?" She calls, I quickly peak my head back in.

"Yeah?"

"Goodnight.."

"Night, baby."

-

I glance back at the clock.

5:02

Fuck.

I haven't slept a damn second. I took my night pills but still can't manage. Not knowing shes just across the hall. It's too tempting and upsetting to know.

Groaning I roll on my side and look out the window. The suns going to rise in a few hours. I have been watching it almost every night. It's beautiful but not as beautiful as she is. Not even close.

I grouch for a few minutes until I hear the soft pad of feet and the creak of my door. My heart races but I don't move. I must be dreaming. theres no way.

Her hips come in to view as she stands over my bed. Leaning down she pulls the covers off of me. She doesn;t look at my face but I know she knows I'm awake. Her eyes are red and.. puffy? Was she crying? I didn't hear anything.. She looks almost emabrrassed as she crawls in to my bed. I hold the quilt up, my stomach doing flips as she lays down, facing me, her face in my pillow. Her leg hooks around my hip as she pulls our chests together.

Streams of heat and passion rip through me fomr her simple touch.


God I have missed this.

I have missed her so fucking much it hurts.

I miss sleeping with her warmth.

I miss her giggle and her stupid ass snippy comments when she doesn't get what she ants.

I miss her eye rolls, her cute little nose, her lips, her touch, her body.

her eyes. Her toes.

I fucking miss her and now shes here...

But for how long?

Until the sun rises?

A pang beats through my chest.

I want her to leave suddenly. I want to scream get the fuck out for leaving me. For being with Louis each night while I'm all alone. I want to not remember her love because it will only make it hurt that much worse when she's gone.

But I would never hurt her and we both know that.

Her head pushes in to the crook of my neck and her arms wrap around my torso while mine wrap around her waist.

I miss this.

Notes

going to the movies tonight.

guysss, i want a boyfriend. like freal.


WANNA KNOW A SECRET?? I FUCKING KNOW THE SINGER OWL CITY. HIS REAL NAME IS ADAM YOUNG AND HE WENT TO HIGH SCHOOL WITH MY OLDEST BROTHER IN OWATONNA MINNESOTA. TRRUUEE SSHHIIITTT. HE USED TO BE IN J.V. HOCKEY WITH MY BROTHER AND WOULD CAR POOL WITH MY MOM WHEN I WAS LIKE FIVE.

I AM SOOOOO SERIOUS.

I HAVE ONLY MET HIM TWO OR THREE TIMES VERY BRIEFLY BUT MY BROTHER WAS LIKE ONE OF HIS BEST FRIENDS IN HIGH SCHOOOL. SADLY THEY DON'T TALK MUCH ANYMORE.

AND ON OCCASION WHEN HE GOES BACK TO OWATONNA (TOWN MY DAD LIVES IN AND WHERE I USED TO LIVE) HE GOES TO MY CHURCH.

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